Niagara (continued)

Niagara (continued)Chapter 4.Girl sat between us in a private corner table. Henri ordered for us which ruined my plan to order the aforementioned cheeseburger and fries. I began to mellow out quite nicely once the champagne started flowing. Henri seemed to be making an effort to include me, at least a little more effort. I'm not very good at holding my alcohol. I don't get mean, nor sick, but, I do get sleepy and (reflective?). Katie though likes to party and she appreciates good wine. And this champagne was delectable.We were half way thru dinner and well into our second bottle of the bubbly when I decided to let the evening takes it's natural course-let this man have Katie and me for that matter. Not me in a physical sense, no, but, mentally, yes. That would be a necessity, or, it could and would never work. At least one of us would end up unhappy if I didn't cede control to this fellow and go along to the end. The alcohol made my capitulation vastly easier. I made my surrender in like a split second, perhaps less. They served a crème Brule that I'll take to my grave. It was beyond anything imaginable. I wanted to order one to go, but, Katie told me if I did I'd walk back to Ohio with it. Henri got quite a kick out of that tête-à-tête.After we finished our dessert and were enjoying our coffee Henri drained the last of 3 bottles among us then presented a toast, the most intimate of the evening. I was included but he spoke directly to my wife."Mademoiselle,,,,,,Monsieur, to an infinies nuit, infinies. Amour trois, qui?"I immediately recognized "trois" from my large Penthouse Magazine Letters section collection. I could not wait.He touched my glass first then interlaced his goblet with hers. I know it's crazy but I found the moment--the act exceedingly romantic if for no other reason than my right hand